Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #4, Transparent #16, Bistre #27

[shadowsong26]

Name: shadowsong26
Story: A Change in the Routine
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #4. “Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.” (Please stop complaining, I only am, after all, who you want me to be), Transparent #16. Masculine, Bistre #27. To damnation and beyond. I have sworn it.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti, fingerpainting (second person), miniature collection, photography, paint-by-numbers, canvas (the first), oils, fabric, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card B3 "habits and routine"), chalk, novelty beads, yarn, beading wire, glitter,
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sorell, Kellom, Andrell
Warnings: References to character/familial death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I have a Bistre color tag, please?


You woke in darkness. For a moment, you were confused--this was not your bedroom, this was not your morning.

Then you remembered; the guards had come to fetch you, to lock you away. You were confused again, but this time you just wonder how on earth you managed to sleep at all.

You uncurled and started to pace, counting the steps from one end of the room to the other. You waited for the news.

But when it finally came, you weren't surprised. A part of you knew, had known since they came to get you.

You had just...hoped.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

You are down in the training field, running forms the way you usually do, when the message comes.

When they kneel before you, you start to grasp it, really grasp the change, and are surprised at the wave of uncertainty that fills you. You've known this was coming--true, you thought it would be at least a decade yet, but you've prepared for this your entire life.

It doesn't last long, at least, and you don't think anyone noticed.

You regain control of yourself, put the practice blade away and follow the ministers--yours now--back inside, memorizing every moment.

Now it begins.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

You will be the one to find them.

You'll find a helmet with a faceplate, join a routine patrol, and go looking.

You'll shut his eyes, grant him dignity, at least. You'll still love him that much. You'll still owe him that much.

You'll promise him you'll learn from his example, but you won't tell him what that means. Safe inside the helmet, you'll weep for just a moment. Then you'll take it off, put on a different mask, and call for help.

Who you are will be gone. You'll only hope to like the king who takes his place.

Comments

[peaked]

Safe inside the helmet was the line that stuck out most to me. Especially since find a helmet with a faceplate doesn't imply any sort of attachment to the helmet/faceplate, but our character ends up taking solace and comfort in it and it becomes something more than a simple faceplate he picked up to patrol in.

Waking up in darkness and then to simply lose who he is at the end was a great way to begin and end it. It really connected the start and end well.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

[kay_brooke]

I like how all three sections have a sense of the inevitable about them, for better or for worse.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

Ascending to the throne does seem to have that effect, yeah.

[shipwreck_light]

This made me want to cry but it also made me want to smile in a way.

It's so full of reaching forward for all it's darkness.

Great job. Thank you for posting.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

They all try, in their own ways.

[bookblather]

Oh, the hope here is so painful, especially with Andrell's contrasted with his father and his brother, with how theirs turned out and how his could. Nicely done.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.